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There’s one rule Minho and Jisung know not to cross. If they breach it, it’ll plant ideas in their heads and make things very uncomfortable. It’s a rule that protects their friendship, and that protects their sanity.
Never actively search for what people say about them.
They’re not idiots, they’re aware people think they’re in love with each other. They’re aware that people think they’re dating, and that they have been for a while. And they’re also aware that some people think they’re in a sexual relationship.
Chan was the one to recommend not going on social media and looking themselves up. Specifically together. He said he’d seen stuff that he wishes he could unsee. They took his word for it.
That’s why Jisung hates the predicament he’s in. It’s three in the morning, he can’t sleep, and with late hours accompanied by tired minds comes unwelcome curiosity.
What could be so bad that Chan wouldn’t want them to see? They’re grown men, he’s sure they can handle a few sex jokes. It’s not like they never make them themselves. Plus, they’re both queer, so if Stay makes up scenarios of them being together, they wouldn’t be put in boxes they don’t identify with anyway.
So, with this false sense of security, he opens the twitter app and makes a new burner account. He’s kind of embarrassed, honestly. He almost can’t believe he’s doing this, but there he is, typing in ‘jisungscheesecake’ as his username. The best disguise is hiding in plain sight. If he’s so obvious about it, no one’s going to believe it’s actually him.
He’s a genius, alright?
Once his account is created, he clicks on the search button. Deep breath.
“This is so fucking odd,” he whispers to himself.
And he does it. He breaks the rule.
He breaks the rule, and… the tweets are actually pretty cute.
sobbing over 2ks @thejeekies
| help minsung with their matching bracelets at the airport they’re so cute
minsung brainrot @doongiesbutler
| jisung calling minho air no one touch me
mk is sad and gay @hyunjinsayingtch
| someone look at me the way minsung look at each other i beg
“That’s so cute,” he mumbles when he sees a drawing of them at their Australia pool date.
may loves changbin @dwaekkinationrise
| im not saying minsung are together but no one would be surprised if they came out as a couple
He keeps scrolling, chuckling at the videos of his members telling them to get married and pictures of them cuddling.
But then he spots something that doesn’t make him laugh anymore.
minsung supremacist @straightkids
| do you think minh0 asks jisvng to meow for him when they fuck just a thought
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nsfw mxnsxng🔞 @chansleftnipple
| i just know he got him to wear cat ears and a tail butt plug
Jisung’s face burns.
First of all, he doesn’t own cat ears. Nor does he own a tail butt plug. Second of all, even if he did, he’d be too shy to wear them in front of Minho. Third of all, what does this “left nipple” know about Minho’s kinks?
And fourth of all, they don’t fuck!
Jisung groans and drops his head to his pillow.
“Fuck, why am I imaging it?” he whines into it. He kicks his arms and legs, banging them on his bed sheets. “Rah!”
He lays idle. He slowly turns his head, peeking an eye out to glare at his phone. His cheeks are still warm.
“Brr,” he blows a raspberry as he shakes his head violently. He slaps both sides of face. “Get yourself together, Han Jisung. It’s just a stupid tweet.” There’s no use thinking about him standing naked in front of Minho with cat ears on. Nor about him meowing for him.
Absolutely no use.
He takes his phone back in his hand, trying to will the red off his cheeks with a mean frown. He swipes away from the incriminating tweet. Stupid cat ears, and stupid cat butt plug. He keeps scrolling.
boddaramji☆ @sunshinebbok
| minsung’s height difference im not okay actually
Talk about whiplash. What kind of app switches from one extreme to another like that? He thinks he might be getting a headache.
He exits the app, turns his phone off and sets it to the side. That is enough for one night.
He turns over, shutting his eyes close and pulling the comforter to his chin, trying to get comfortable. He should get some sleep.
do you think minho asks jisung to meow for him when they fuck
He groans, twisting to the other side. His thoughts need to shut up.
i just know he got him to wear cat ears and a tail butt plug
Shut up, Jisung’s brain. He can’t sleep; you’re distracting.
‘Meow for me, Jisungie.’
“God!” Jisung yells. He does not need to be imagining Minho talking to him in a seductive voice like that. He presses his palms to his eyes. “What the fuck, why is this happening?” he whines.
‘You’d look so pretty with these on, baby.’
Jisung squeaks. “Gah, make it stop!” He kicks his feet in embarrassment, fanning himself under the blanket with the movement. His face is boiling hot, and he realises with horror that he’s slowly growing hard. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Oh, this is so embarrassing.
Look. Jisung isn’t blind. Obviously Minho is hot as fuck, and maybe the thought of him being dominant with him is slightly, just a tiny bit, the sexiest thing he’s ever imagined. But Jisung has his pride! He will not be jerking off to the thought of his best friend.
That’s final.
‘Turn around for me and show me your cute little tail.’
He will be jerking off to the thought of his best friend.
“No.” He slaps himself, snapping out of it. “Don’t do this. Don’t do this to Minho-hyung,” he scolds his nasty and disrespectful brain. He shakes his head and stands up, heading for the bathroom. He locks the door behind him, face flushed and annoyed. “I can’t believe this,” he mumbles, stripping down and hopping in the shower. He twists the knob all the way to the coldest setting, shrieking when the freezing water makes contact with his skin.
That definitely does the job to kill his boner.
🐦
The following day, Jisung is even more mad at his brain. It’s almost like it’s trying to make it impossible for Jisung to act normally around Minho.
They’re in dance practice that day, and following Minho’s movements as he teaches them the choreography is finding itself to be very difficult. Every one of his orders buries a little horny seed in his mind, and it’s distracting. He’s all like ‘do it faster’, ‘go slower’, ‘hit that harder’. He’s definitely doing it on purpose, that asshole. He hums a ‘good’, and Jisung is done for.
“Han-ah, pay attention. You’re late on every beat,” Minho calls out.
Jisung barely manages to swallow down a squeak, his furious blush hidden behind his facemask as he nods obediently. Minho’s eyebrows pinch for just a quick instant, and he turns back to the mirror.
He fares well enough for another hour, focusing and getting the dance down. He still finds it difficult to look into Minho’s eyes, though.
“Let’s take a break,” he says with a clap of his hands. “You guys are doing well enough for one.”
Chan chuckles in between pants. “You are so peculiar,” he says affectionately.
Minho throws him a rock ‘n’ roll hand sign.
Jisung collapses to the floor, doing snow angels next to Felix who’s sitting on the couch. He giggles, blonde hair reflecting the lights of the room. Jisung squints, making a mental note of bringing sunglasses next time he hangs out with him.
“Do you want some water, Sungie?” the manifestation of light and sun asks him.
“I will suck your dick, Lix.” He stretches his arm out and closes his eyes, smiling when he hears Felix’s answering laugh. He feels the bottle in his hand, and he brings it to his open mouth, trying not to drown as he drinks lying down.
“Han-ah.”
He chokes. His eyes snap open as he sits up to cough the water out of his lungs.
“Woah, are you okay?” Minho crouches down to his side, rubbing at his back.
Jisung punches his chest with his fist, his other palm waving at Minho as a communicative ‘I’m okay’. After a second he takes a deep breath, his chest slowing down in its heaving.
“I’m alright,” he says, voice cracking around the edges.
Minho flicks his forehead, which— rude.
“If you’re alright, then why can’t you concentrate?” he asks accusingly with a raised eyebrow and crossed arms.
He’s trying to look scary, but Jisung knows him better than that. The slight pout on his lips betrays his concern, and Jisung suddenly feels very fond. Minho is so sweet, he’s such a good and caring friend. This is the same Minho that he’s always known, and nothing can ruin that. Especially not some stupid tweets. He needs to stop having weird sexual thoughts about him, because that’s not what their friendship is about.
He taps his cheek softly with the palm of his hand. “You don’t have to worry about me, hyung, I’m just fine. I’m only distracted because I’m tired.”
Minho scoffs. “Wasn’t worried…” he mumbles. They both know that’s a lie. “But why are you tired?”
Jisung throws him an unimpressed look. “Aren’t you?”
“Fair point,” he shrugs. He looks at Jisung for a moment, and the next time he speaks, his voice is soft. Caring. “Try to focus for the rest of practice, yeah? We can nap once we get back home.”
He smiles at his use of ‘we’, but before he can agree, Seungmin rudely cuts in.
“You guys should kiss.”
Minho just rolls his eyes, used to their members’ antics, and normally Jisung would too. But the previous night’s discovery and odd thoughts didn’t get the memo and make a surprise guest appearance, so his face can’t help but go beet red.
So much for stupid tweets that can’t ruin anything.
🐦
“What was wrong today?” Minho asks Jisung as he dries his wet hair with a small towel.
Jisung stretches his back on his bed, moaning when it cracks in three separate places. “I didn’t sleep well yesterday,” he says around a yawn.
Minho chuckles. “Clearly.”
He pokes at Minho’s thigh with a socked foot. “Hurry up and get in bed with me. I’m cold.”
“Wow,” he scoffs. “Can you try to not be a whiny princess for one second?”
Jisung chucks a pillow at his chest. “No. Now get in here.”
Minho rolls his eyes and crashes on top of him. “Are you happy now?”
“Hyuuung,” he whines, laying soft punches to his shoulders. “Get off, you’re crushing me.”
Minho pushes the weight of his chest off of Jisung with his arms to look at him with a raised eyebrow. “Are we just gonna pretend like you’re not into that?”
Jisung’s eyes widen, cheeks coloured red. “Shut up!”
Minho laughs at his flustered face, rolling onto his side and taking him into his arms. “You’re cute. Now close your eyes and sleep, or I’ll put expired eggs and milk in your underwear.”
“What if I’m into that?”
“You’re a little freak, Jisung.”
“You love it.”